I was putting Ocean to bed tonight. After books, songs and prayers the following conversation ensued:
Me: Goodnight! I'll see you in the morning.
O: [looking confused] Where are you going?
Me: To clean up the playroom. I'll see you tomorrow.
O: Where are you going, Mommy?
Me: Where do you think I'm going?
O: [pauses, then grins]... Target?
That little stinker is on to me.